Kerlia has fought to survive even before she was born because of the prophesy a child will destroy Kernel’s hold over the kingdom by healing the kingdom. Kernel’s minions search for the healer as his wizards strive to design the ultimate weapon. The minions almost capture Kerlia in the forest however she escapes by being transported to the fairy realm to begin her training to control her healing power. Kerlia must control her powers soon to protect those she loves. Can a mere child stand against the evil that has brought so many men to their knees
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moans of anguish woke Terian out of a deep sleep. He groggily rose upon one
elbow and searched for his wife in the dim shadows of their thatched cottage.
She moaned again, and he focused in on her huddled form at the edge of the
hearth. The embers of last night’s fire gave a faint glow as it bathed her
creamy complexion in a pale red hue.
swiftly, spanning the space between them and crouched beside her. Terian
caressed her face and brushed back the satiny black curly hair. Her light brown
eyes filled to the brim with tears.
fair! We’re kind, gentle, loving people, not like the miller or the innkeeper.
They charge unfair prices, stealing from those of the idle minded and still God
blessed them with children. God, what have we done to deserve this punishment?”
She lifted her hands soaked with blood.
metallic scent of blood mingled with the smoking ash of the fire as it filtered
through his nostrils, exploding in the recesses of his brain.
heart caved in, Pomelia had miscarried again. He gently picked her up and
cradled her against his rock hard chest. Terian went over to the bed and sat
her on the edge, removing her soiled gown and used it to wipe off most of the
blood from her body.
remorsefully returned to the hearth, lovingly shrouding the tiny form in the
bloody gown to hide their son from his wife’s view. Tears crept down the
leathery cheeks as he covered the perfectly formed face.
laid the tiny body by the basin then poured cool water from the large pitcher
in the basin. He gathered clean cloths taking the basin back to the bed and sat
it on the floor in front of Pomelia.
searched Pomelia’s eyes for any evidence of life behind them. She moaned softly
at Terian’s gentle touch in spite of his rough, callous hands as he
methodically bathed her and cleansed her body with prayer and water. As Terian
dressed her in a clean woolen gown, she was unable to even lift her arms. He
laid her against the down tick pillows then covered her with their heavy quilt
to guard her from the chill of the night.
picked up the basin and left through the back door to go the well at his
blacksmith shop. There he disposed of the basin’s content and cleaned it before
he returned to the cottage. He returned the basin to the stand.
longer moaned. Sounds of light breath in sleep wafted from their bed. Terian
prayed, Thank you Lord for sending sleep
to Pomelia. That is the best thing for her so she won’t dwell on our
devastating loss. Forgive her blasphemy, for it was her grief wailing, not her
faith in You. Please give me the strength to endure the mourning period and
Pomelia’s sharp tongue as she again deals with the loss of another child. She
is, as she stated, a kind and gentle soul. Find it in Your heart to grant her
heart’s desire of a strong, healthy child.
his shrouded son, and left quietly to make sure the door did not creak to wake
Pomelia from her rest. The dogs were not even awake to snap at his heels as he
trudged up the winding cobblestone lane toward the main street past the still
darkened cottages of his neighbors. Every step Terian took oppressed his soul.
Grief racked his massive frame with this fifth loss. Doubt penetrated his heart
that God would bless them with an heir. It seemed the prophecy of the local
soothsayer would hold true.
forbade Pomelia from seeking advice from the old crone after her first
miscarriage. Pomelia, however, secretly visited her while he was away at the
castle at Congor’s request to discuss the new designs for the battle armor for
the king’s warriors. Congor was the king’s man of arms and chief counselor.
returned to find Pomelia had given the old soothsayer a month’s worth of wages
for a mixture of foul, musky herbs that were to be made into a drink and drank
before each session of intimacy as they chanted to a small gross ebony carving
of a fertility deity.
rage exploded and for the first time in his life, he wanted to raise his hand
to another human. He snatched the herbs and carving and heaved them into the
flames of his forge. Pomelia ran wailing into the cottage. He pumped the
bellows to engorge the flames and eradicated the abominations out of existence.
He turned his frustration to his hammer and anvil. Terian shaped a pile of
metal into various sizes of breastplates. The anvil’s clang echoed off the
walls of the village cottages.
hours later, the shuffled tap of the soothsayer’s steps and cane interrupted
him. She stood in the doorway, weaving heavily against the twisted knarred
hag! There is no welcome at my hearth for you or your abominable deities. Leave
my wife and me in peace before I dispatch you in my forge, as I did your graven
image and poison.” The warning rumbled through the rafters of the shop and
stable, causing the nesting doves to take reckless flight in fear.
cackled with delight over Terian’s raging frustration. She crooned and leaned
against her cane as she pointed a gnarled finger at him, “I’m not frightened of
your ravings against me as one of the pathetic doves roosting in your rafters.
Your wife came to me, begging me for my help, since your god wasn’t strong
enough to hold a child within her womb full term to deliver a healthy son. I
warned her if you had an inkling that she was going to be using my help, your
pride in your worthless god would compel you to destroy her plans, dashing her
desires for a son.
done exactly as I foretold. Because of your blasphemy against Kernel, Pomelia
will continue to try, but will never give you a live heir until Kernel claims
her also, leaving you wallowing in your pride for your pitiful, minute god for
the rest of your miserable life.”
could stand no more of her threats. He hurled his hammer at the old crone’s
balding scraps of hair, “Leave Pomelia alone. My God is greater than anything
you can carve, witch.”
disappeared, cackling, “We will see blacksmith, we will see.”
embedded itself in the massive oak door frame.
mind swirled in self-doubt mixed with guilt that indeed these tragedies could
have been diverted if he had cooperated with Pomelia’s plan, instead of relying
on his faith in God. They could have five healthy sons if he had chosen
soothsayer’s cackle echoed throughout his soul, mocked his faith with ‘We’ll
see blacksmith, we’ll see!’ With every step he took, it tried to divert him
from his destiny. Soon every muscle in his body strained against his will,
wanting Terian to stop, turn aside to the gnarled, vine covered trail that lead
to the soothsayer’s tumbled down hovel, and beg her to lift her curse.
stayed true to the course as it led Terian humbly through the village past
cottage after cottage filled with slumbering children. He arrived at the ornate
iron gate he designed with love. Terian lifted the heavy latch and pushed the
gate inward. The gate groaned and shattered the stillness of the night. It woke
the rectory guard dog. It bayed loudly at his approach.
of howls joined the guard dog’s baying seconds later. A light blinked on in the
rectory window as the pastor groggily met Terian at the door. He held his lamp
high in front of him to see who was at the rectory this late at night. The beam
of light barely radiated through the darkness and revealed a hazy, gigantic
form moving among the tombstones toward the rectory.
whelp, before you wake the whole village with your baying. I’m awake. Who’s
there? Terian, Terian is that you?” The pastor called out and peered in the
darkness. “Terian, why have you come at such an ungodly hour? What are you
heavy shuffled steps mingled with the baying hound. It sent an eerie chill
running through the pastor’s soul. Terian came into view cradling the bloody
shrouded parcel tightly against his chest. Blood coated his chest and forearms.
Terian kissed the cradled shroud. He held it out to the pastor, his chocolate
brown eyes swollen under his knitted brow. Strands of silver glittered among
the mass of ebony hair that four years ago had none. Terian’s tawny skin now
held a sallow glow. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked.
rumbled full of sorrow, “Pomelia miscarried another son. I need you to prepare
my son for burial, as Pomelia is incapable to perform the necessary cleaning
ceremony. I’ll be in the chapel.”
quaked as he reached out and took the shrouded infant from the grieving father.
He passed it to his wife with the lantern, who arrived behind him for the
needed ceremony. “Yes, yes go ahead Terian. I’ll dress and go to Pomelia. She
needs to be cleansed, then I’ll be back to prepare your son.” He reassured
Terian as he shooed Terian through the rectory to the chapel.
is no need to bother Pomelia. She is resting.”
drew back at the rebuff, “Terian, you know the cleansing ritual must be
performed within an hour of the birth to ensure the mother’s health.”
grip slammed around the pastor’s forearm and painfully halted his progress. “I
said, leave her be. Do you think I am incapable of performing the cleansing
ritual correctly after four previous miscarriages? She is fine. Sleep is what
she requires now. It is our son’s body that needs attention.”
winched in pain, “Terian, my arm, you’re crushing my arm!”
immediately released his grip and muttered his apologies. “Sorry, just let her
sleep, please,” then went into the chapel. He moved slowly up the aisle to the
altar. He lit two candles. He knelt deep in prayer. The pastor closed the door
and left Terian in privacy to wrestle with his sorrow.
anguish escaped Terian’s trembling lips. Tears streamed along the crevasses of
the sun-stained face. They soaked his chest and left trails through the caked
blood. It pooled on the floor around his knees. His mind could only scream
repeatedly, “Why, God?” His body was racked in grief at failing his wife once
more, enforcing her fears of the soothsayer’s prophecy.
light filtered through the altar’s stained glass window. It cast a rainbow of
color across the crumpled man. It grew in intensity, bathing Terian in its
a soft unseen voice shattered the silence, “Terian, rise.”
slowly lifted his head. His swollen, bloodshot eyes dimly focused on the blurry
shape behind the altar in front of the stained glass window. “Leave me in
peace. I need solitude, not company.”
rise, and hear the Words of God, for He has heard and felt your sorrow.”
wiped his eyes with the back of his hand to clear the tears from his eyes.
Terian tried to identify the intruder of his solitude. His eyes concentrated
enough to view a tall, well-formed man, clothed in iridescent robes. The man
lifted up his hand for Terian to obey him.
shook his head, “I beg of you, leave me in peace.”
brilliant light burst forth from the man and caused Terian to shield his eyes
from the blinding light, “Terian,
rise, for God has granted you His mercy. I am Moryx, messenger of God.” his
voice reverberated throughout every molecule of Terian.
his massive frame. It quaked in fear then he collapsed in a heap, “Forgive me
Lord, for I’m but an unschooled oaf in the midst of grievous sorrow.”
unfurled a magnificent set of wings and arched them high over his chiseled
bronze features, “Do not bow before me, for I am not God. Rise, Terian and view
God’s glory through me.”
rose, shielded his eyes, his legs quivered, barely able to hold him erect. “Who
am I that God has felt my sorrow, and has mercy upon me?”
who you are, no more, no less. God has chosen you to bear His healer to aid in
the war against the evil ravaging Surflex. She will aid God’s warrior to free
your kingdom from the evil grip that is tightening its coils around the
daughter, God will bless me with a daughter? Forgive me; but wouldn’t a son be
a better candidate for a warrior of God? A daughter may not be strong enough to
carry out God’s plan for freedom.”
wings spread out filling the space behind the altar. They blotted out
everything else. “God has chosen His champion already to fight the battle with
evil. Your daughter must heal the sorrow caused from the ensuing battle. To
allow her to reach her full potential there is much preparation. There will be
no other midwife but you to bring her into the world. You will wear calfskin
gloves at all times in dealing with your daughter. She is not to be touched
without gloved hands. Her mother or a wet nurse will not nurse her, for she
will be unable to control the healing powers until she reaches maturity. It
would drain her life force during the healing.
teach your daughter how to be genial and merciful. You shall show her how to
love those who despise her, those who fear and envy her power. Keep her secret
well, even from Pomelia, for even her mother will try to use her power for her
own selfish desires.”
fell to his knees, his hands clasped together and begged for leniency, “Please
don’t condemn my child to a life without contact with another living soul.
Every living thing craves contact with others. She couldn’t live without being
able to feel another’s embrace.”
stern angelic features softened, “God knows of her need for contact and is not
unfeeling. She may touch any animal bare handed, no matter the species. They will
have no fear of her and will serve her slightest wish even unto death. Go now,
for Pomelia is now awakened and the time of your son’s burial is at hand.”
rose as Moryx vanished. He left the chapel and made his way home to collect his
wife for their son’s burial. A large strip of silver hair hanging down in
Terain’s eyes glistened in the dawn’s rose-colored light, a constant reminder
to Terian of his conversation with Moryx.
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While Healer of Surflex isn’t my usual read, the pleasurable voice of Kelly Montijo Fink made the audio a fun time. Healer of Surflex is hard fantasy, with a story rooted in a world of magic and warring factions of good and evil. Most of the populace isn’t aware of the battle for their very souls, but it’s happening.
Having not read a lot of fantasy, I have read some, and what makes Lady Laindora’s book unique is that I’ve never seen a fantasy book that incorporates Christian beliefs into a fantasy realm. Doing so makes this more like an Arthurian legend, minus Arthur.
The book follows Kerlia as she’s selected, birthed, and trained by an angel and the warriors for good to be a healer in the upcoming battle with this book’s version of Satan, Kernel. Kernel has control over a large portion of the Kingdom of Surflex, and the book is filled with people being possessed or warped and twisted by their beliefs and support of Kernel. Honestly, in the first chunk of the book, the way that some of these people get twisted and filled with such dark evil makes it look like a contagion of belief, and solidifies how Kernel must have taken hold.
Lady Laindora’s strengths are in her ability to show and not tell. The protagonist, Kerlia, is mute and a lot of the book is explaining how she interprets the world and how she communicates without dialogue (and sometimes with, when she is part of the fairy realm). There are character descriptions that become part of the story’s narrative, and locations that are described the same way. She does a great job of describing things without you realizing that she’s describing them.
Healer of Surflex, and a lot of it’s aspects, remind me much of The Sword of Truth series, by Terry Brooks. The fairies and pixies that train her even reminding me of Zed the old wizard. They are funny but with purpose. At the same time, the style of the fight against evil gave me a feeling of Eragon with less dragons. Finally, there’s angels, God as we know him, and others aspects of this book that have a strong Christianity bend.
This is epic/battle fantasy with a theme, and it is done very well.
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Kerlia has fought to survive even before she was born because of the prophesy a child will destroy Kernel’s hold over the kingdom by healing the kingdom. Kernel’s minions search for the healer as his wizards strive to design the ultimate weapon. The minions almost capture Kerlia in the forest however she escapes by being transported to the fairy realm to begin her training to control her healing power. Kerlia must control her powers soon to protect those she loves. Can a mere child stand against the evil that has brought so many men to their knees?
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